A New Scent In Town.

[duo2nd]

(I'm still wondering if I can join... But all I can do is read)

[Bestile1]

(Well which one of the posts are we gonna go with? Its my turn to post but i can't unless i know which to post about...)

[Crimson]

(I would say lets go with Jess's post sense most of us have reacted to the gun shot.)
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[Ashton Gray]

(Why don't we put it to a vote among we participants? My vote goes for my own, unsurprisingly, I'm sure.)
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[toonaxe]

(hmm..kind of takes my whole scene there away,and the fulfillment of Brandon's vision. my vote goes for slight altering of Ashtons post. Also,it is an open post,so feel free to jump in anyone)

[MrWolf12]

(My side of the story I can change depending on which is chosen, so it doesn't really matter to me. I can always make the "gunshot" be something else that just sounds like one. )

[Ashton Gray]

[JohnnyPsycho]

[I'm actually pretty partial to Ashton's version of events, since it means less fictional people getting theoretically injured in horrible ways (though I guess Crimson's the only exception still... sorry, buddy)... still, if we go that way, I suppose I'd have to alter my post too.]
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[Crimson]

(Just trying to liven things up , so who's post are we going with?)
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[Bestile1]

(You know what here is what i am going to go with, if you switch the order in which they appear those two posts go along with each other perfectly. Jess fires her gun at her opponents then they flee to Mr. Grays place of residence. Also Miss Bell it seems that Conner was not anywhere near the scene of the fight other wise it would have turned out much differently so a small edit to your post may be necessary. Don't wory he has a very good reason as to why he wasn't there at that time.)

[Bestile1]

(so continuing from Mr. Grays post)

"Yes tea would be very good for the both of you I think" Both Jess, and Ashton spun quickly and in terror at the sudden voice behind them, their facial expressions quickly spiraling from terror to relief when they realized who the speaker was to amazement as they took in Conner's new appearance. Gone was the simple traveling clothing and cold weather coat, instead from the neck down he was covered in black leather armor thick enough to deflect a blade or stop an arrow but supple enough to allow free movement. The armor its self was engraved almost in its entirety with strange runes and designs that at first appeared to be random but at closer inspection almost appeared to be a language though it was scarred in places from heavy use. On his feet were black boots with thick tread designed for sure footing even on the slickest slopes, and on his forearms were metal bracers covered in the same designs as the armor and likewise scarred by the blades of his once enemies. Topping it all off was a hooded black cloak that hid is face in shadow except for the slight glint of light off his eyes. The effect was rather terrifying making him look like something out of a bad dream, or death without his scythe.

"H-How?" a visibly startled Ashton stuttered.

"Your back door was unlocked" Conner answered. Striding over to where Jess was standing he very gently took her broken hand and examined it. "It is broken in several places but all the breaks are clean it seems, no shattering or shards. It will have to be set and splinted soon or they may not heal straight."

Inside Conner was burning in anger, this injury should not have happened. If he was there to do his duty it would not have happened. After the fight at the castle Conner had been accosted by its guards apparently they had taken exception to the fact that he hadn't taken his fight outside as the wolverine had done. It had taken much time to convince them to let him leave and as he was already on thin ice with the BonBon authorities he couldn't simply flee. Once free he traced Jess's path to the alley where the fight had happened his skills as a tracker allowed him to quickly discern what had happened. After confirming that Jess's trail and her attackers went in different directions and that none of the blood belonged to the young lady Conner tracked Crimson to the herbalist's shop. Seeing that he was alive and being taken care of Conner once again began to track Jess. Noticing that she was accompanied by Ashton Gray Conner was able to figure out where they were headed, after all where else would the musician feel safe except his home. Making a quick detour Conner stopped by the Inn where his fighting gear was stored, changed and cursing the authorities that had forced him to turn in most of his weapons, managed to overtake the duo by taking to rooftop and avoiding the twisting turning maze of streets that would have cost him much time. Arriving nearly at the same time they did Conner checked behind them to make sure that they hadn't been followed then slipping through the back he arrived just in time to hear Ashton say "No alcohol, I'm afraid, but I do have tea, if you'd like."

Looking up from his examination of Jess's hand Conner noticed that Ashton had taken his suggestion and brought tea for her. "Drink up it will do you good." Conner said "Crimson is still alive though badly wounded, our mysterious wolverine companion took him to an herbalist shop where he is being treated. Finnish your tea, both of you, and i will take you there and we will be able to get some herbs to dull your pain while i work on your hand and the flowers should be able to hide your scent and throw off your attackers if they try to follow you again."


(sorry about the super long post but i had and idea and it just sorta ran away with me)

[Ashton Gray]

"First of all, Mr. McGee, what back door? We're on the top floor. Secondly, I don't think Jessica is up to much more running around tonight. I'm a fit young man and even I would like to get some rest. We're not all mercenaries, you have to keep in mind. What she needs is a good night's sleep and some food and as a gentleman and the one who brought her here to get just that, I have to insist upon it." Ashton turned to Jessica and, ushering and sitting her on his bed, spoke much more softly. "The bed is yours for as long as you want and tomorrow I'll take you to look into the lodgings I mentioned." Ashton fished under the bed for a moment then withdrew a small box and handed it to Conner. "I'm sure you know how to set a broken hand better than I do, Mr. McGee, so if you'd be so kind..." Ashton walked back to the kitchen and started preparing something to eat.
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[Crimson]

(I have an idea but I'll wait for others to post.)
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[MrWolf12]

The voice of the violinist floated from the window above were Brandon now stood. He had arrived just as the dark clad wolf made his way up to the loft. Having left Sibilla’s home, Brandon had made his way through the dark allys until he reached were the scent of gunpowder permeated the air. About the investigate the area, the sound of footfalls caused him to pull back into the dark, the blade still in his hand raised. Yet, it lowered when the familiar face of the wolf from the casino came around the corner. He looked as though he too was searching for the skunk girl. Before the wolverine could present himself, the wolf took off, trailing the direction the skunk had gone. Brandon followed, keeping a distance from instinct. He had followed the wolf back to Sibilla’s, from there to the Inn were the wolverine had first trailed the skunk to the casino. After a difficult time trailing the wolf as he leap over the rooftops, he finally arrived at the home of the gray violinist.

Brandon had to admit to agreeing with the musician, rest sounded good. The night had been long for them all. Yet, the wolverine knew he still had to do what he had been told by the smoke. So, after seating himself on the ground beneath the still open window, he leaned back against the wall, settling in.

A few moments found his mind reaching back to just a few moments ago. The feelings Sibilla had nearly brought out of him, it had been….

No….he shook his head…he couldn’t allow that to happen. He wasn’t deserving of such feelings, not after all he had done.

He cast away those thoughts, and settled in for the night, guarding in the dark.

[JohnnyPsycho]

(Things seem to have been tied together nicely, I think. If it's agreeable with everyone else, maybe we can move ahead a bit... Mr. Six-Killer will still be quite "distracted" by his companion for the moment, so I might as well throw in some more villain RP. Hope you don't mind...)

It was well into the small hours of the morning, with the sky just beginning to lighten with the soon-to-be rising sun, when Don Vittorio Visconti was awakened by chaotic shouting coming from the downstairs. The Visconti manor, which stood just on the outskirts of the town proper of BonBon, was one of several homes used by the family thoughout the continent, and it was as large an estate as any other Don Visconti owned.

Don Visconti rarely enjoyed coming to this town, yet often his business with the Red Talons made him a constant visitor. Still, the manor had largely been set aside for his son, Vincenzo, as he had hoped the pup would take the reigns of his family's dealings in BonBon. Unfortunately, Vittorio's son spent nearly all of his time womanizing and gambling with his friends, and Vittorio hated having to sleep in that house with his son's constant carousing keeping him up at night.

So this morning, it would come as quite as shock to find his son's friends bloody and battered, carrying in a moaning and barely conscious Vincenzo. The elder Visconti wasted no time in ordering his butlers to find as much bandages in the house as they could to treat their wounds, while he sent his chauffer after the family's personal doctor. Knowing it would be sunrise before the chauffer came back with the doctor, Vittorio and his butlers worked fast to stabalize the junior Visconti. It didn't take Don Visconti long to realize that Vincenzo's wounds had neutered him.

Once his son had been properly tended to for the time being, and that he had time before the doctor would arrive, Vittorio wasted no time in questioning his son's young friends.

"Now, I need all of you to understand that what I ask of you is of the utmost importance to your own well-beings, as well as the well being of each of your families," he said as he started the interrogation, his voice low and even. He paced in front of each of them, their faces all showing enormous guilt for what had transpired tonight.

"I only wish to remind you this once," Vittorio continued, this time staring directly at the wounded Richard King, "that if I find out that any of you have lied to me about what happened tonight, the wrath of both the Visconti family and the Red Talons shall be upon your heads." The young English noble shifted uncomfortably in his seat, both from his injured tail and the glare of the elder dog.

"So, with this in mind, gentlemen, I would like to hear about what has transpired tonight," Don Visconti continued evenly, before adding, with his voice growing into a terrifying yell, "and why my son is a DAMN EUNUCH!!"

As the early light of morning grew in the sky, Don Vittorio Visconti would hear the tale, unvarnished by the egos and pride of the foolish young men, and he was quite certain that every word was truth. Even the normally haughty Englishman was uncharacteristically humbled and readily claimed his guilt in starting the fight at the Delight Castle. Foolish as they all were, none were so foolish as to lie to Don Visconti...
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[toonaxe]

Jess softly whimpered,and cradled her badly broken paw. She was afraid that she would lose sensation,of use all together of it. She feared that,like Ashton did with his violin, she would no longer be able to make music with peoples bodies. Not only was she a gifted masseuse, but in her paws she could send a person to heaven and back a half dozen times by a mere massage. She knew every muscle,every fiber,every texture, of every species she had ever had contact with. She could tell what was aching someone by even subtle temperature differences on the skin/fur,know everything about their life by their scent,and downright work magic with the slightest touch. It was not uncommon for a client she was working on to experience the most intense orgasm of their entire lives,without her getting anywhere near their erogenous zones. But now....
Tears softly streaked down her cheeks as she looked at the mangled paw,not knowing that she should be able to make a full recovery. "Ruined." She softly whispered. Quickly she sucked in her emotions and held out her paw for Connor to mend.

[Crimson]

Crimson awoke to the shining light of the new day. Crimson tried to get up only to be reminded of his wounds with searing pain. The herbs and medicine helped but the wounds were still fresh. As sat up the skunk healer walked into the room her face shocked to see him up. "You shouldn't be sitting up your wounds haven't fully healed. You'll reopen your wounds if you don't take it easy." She said trying lay Crimson back down on the table.

"Sorry dove but theres some that I need to take care of and I can't do that by laying on a table." Crimson said trying to stand. Crimson became lightheaded as soon as he stood up. "Now I don't suppose you know where my comrades are now do you? Crimson said pulling on his coat. "Theres no stopping you is there?" The skunk asked with worried eyes. Before Crimson left the shop he turned to face the healer. "Thank you for everything and if my friends come looking for me tell them I went to go buy a new shirt." He said glancing at his torn and bloody shirt with a grin.
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[MrWolf12]

Brandon could hear the soft whimpers of pain made by the female skunk.

The wolverine had to fight the urge to go help.

Enough trouble had been caused tonight from me butting in where I shouldn’t, he thought, sighing before continuing to chastise himself. If I had only kept to myself, left it all alone, perhaps none of what followed would have happened, the bat would have not been attacked and laying bloody in Sibilla’s storeroom, the skunkette wouldn’t be hurt who knows how badly.

He growled softly, throwing his head back, hitting the hard stone wall behind him, purposefully bringing pain to himself. For so long he had been trying to make up for the past, for one mistake.

A horrible mistake.

Brandon gritted his teeth as those familiar green eyes appeared before his mind’s eyes once again, as they had so many times before. And again, he had to watch as the spark of life faded from them, until their color drained, and, slowly, they closed, never to open again. Quickly, the dark furred male shook away the images, as the corners of his eyes had begun to wet. No, never again would he let himself be the cause of others pain or harm! He had vowed that long ago. He would do all he could to protect and help those he could, to take away pain any chance he had.

And it was these thoughts that carried the wolverine through the night, until the first rays of the morning sun fanned over the horizon.

[Ashton Gray]

The sun broke over the horizon just as Ashton had finished clearing away the table. He looked over and saw that Jessica was fast asleep in bed and Conner was standing over by the balcony doors, watching the streets. Ashton walked over beside him and spoke quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping woman behind them. "You look as though you have'nt enjoyed yourself in years, Mr. McGee, and the previous night being no exception." Conner merely looked at him and grinned, sadly, then resumed watching the streets. Ashton followed his gaze, watching the earliest morning goers walking along as though nothing was wrong. Shop keepers intent on opening their shops, employees rushing to their jobs, couples walking arm in arm. After a few minutes of this, Ashton spoke again. "She's quite safe here, I assure you." Conner looked at him, confused. "Ms. Belle. She's quite safe in my home." Conner took a step back, regarding Ashton warily. "How do you know that?" Conner asked, mistrust clearly audible in his voice. Ashton, not the least surprised or even preturbed by Conner's reaction, still spoke as calmly as he had been. "As arrogant and undoubtedly outraged as these men are, they still have rules by which they must abide. Rules which they are not about to break if they wish to maintain their order and lifestyle. And by these rules, I am immune to them as long as I do not take action in opposition to them, as I have yet to do." Conner relaxed but still regarded him warily. "How are you immune to those men, especially after last night?" Ashton did'nt reply at first but instead walked back to the kitchen and brought back a loaf of bread, which he preceded to drop over the balcony to the half sleeping wolverine he had noticed as he was watching the street. "I'm still immune to them, Conner, because all I did last night was come to the defense of a young woman in trouble, where as you, Brandon and Mr. O'Toole took physical action against them, as well as Ms. Belle. They're far more intrested in retaliating against you four than against the young man who played the gentleman. As for the overall reason as to why I am immune, that is an explanation I'm going to save until I only have to tell it once. Good morning, Mr. McGee." At that, Ashton walked quietly over to the bed, fetched his alarm clock, set it to go off at nine, pulled the blankets that had fallen down off of Jessica's shoulders back up and fell asleep in one of the cushioned chairs by his fireplace.
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[JohnnyPsycho]

[Don't mean to skip over you, Bestile, just wanted to throw in a couple more ideas while they're fresh in my head...]

As the sun finally broke over the mountain-tops, inside the private study of Vittorio Visconti the last of the gang of young nobles finished his recounting of the previous night's events. Klaus had some trouble talking, as quite a few of the young crocodile's teeth had been broken in the skirmish with the bat, and his jaw was quite painfully swollen. Still, Don Visconti reminded himself that the youth's discomfort was only temporary, as crocodiles regrew their teeth constantly... young Vincenzo's injuries, on the other hand, were quite permanent.

Don Visconti sat in silence for a few minutes after Klaus stopped talking, his mind turning over all of the information, all the while looking at his poor, pathetic son, emasculated and unconscious on a nearby sofa. The rest of the gang grew more nervous with each passing moment in anticipation of the elder gentleman's next move. Finally, after some deliberation, Don Visconti turned his attention away from his son and beckoned one of his trusted butlers to him.

"Doyle," he said to a tall, gray furred cat with a constant grim expression on his face, "I need you to contact the captain of the guard immediately, and let him know that, as acting Magistrate of the city, I will be issuing an arrest warrant for the individuals responsible for the attacks on my son and his friends. I shall meet him at his office in one hour to ensure the proper paperwork is filed."

The grim-faced cat simply nodded, and then whispered something into his employer's ear.

"Ah, yes, quite right," Don Visconti nodded in agreement, "That is an excellent idea. I trust in your abilities to make that small detail disappear."

Doyle nodded again, then walked over to the blood-stained clothing of Vincenzo, pulling the bloody knife from the trouser pocket. He wrapped it carefully in a hankerchief and tucked it in his vest pocket as he made his way out of the study.

"Boyle," Don Visconti beckoned to his second butler, a shorter, orange-furred cat with a pleasant demeanor. The butler simply smiled and perked his ears up at the sound of his name.

"I need for you to make contact with our street-level informants," the Don ordered. "I would like to find out if the Irishman is alive, and if so, who his friends are and where he is recuperating. Also, I need you to find out why a man like Connor McGee is involved in all of this."

Boyle clicked his heels together and bowed in response, then turned and walked briskly out of the study as well. The Don grinned, then casually checked his pocket-watch...

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Johnny looked out of the window, feeling more refreshed and chipper than ever, thanks to the late-night antics of a certain talented staff member of the Delight Castle. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and Johnny just had to smile at himself for his "good deed" last night... that is, in calming the fears of the poor girl, who was simply wracked with anxiety over the events of the night. That's all it was, a simple good deed. That's how he explained it to himself...

Johnny took a moment to crack his back, then shook out the kinks in his joints. He had forgotten how flexible these felines were, and reminded himself he would have to stretch if she ever asked for his special brand of "bodyguarding" again.

He snickered at himself, feeling a bit ashamed for his actions. It was better that he didn't get any further involved in the whole mess last night, he had told himself. Still, feeling slightly guilty about abandoning his friends in favor of his own fun, Johnny told himself he'd go visit Brandon at his little cottage in the woods. He'd known where the big guy lived for quite a while, but never felt quite right about just dropping in unannounced. Peering out across the majestic view of the mountainous countryside, he figured this morning would be as good a time as any to check in on the guy...
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[JohnnyPsycho]

[Don't worry, I do intend on Johnny getting more involved with what's going on with everyone else, I just like the idea of him falling into the middle of trouble without realizing it]
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[JohnnyPsycho]

[*chuckle* seems like we're stuck on a "cliffhanger ending" here... "Tune in next week for more thrilling adventures!" LOL]
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[Crimson]

Crimson staggered back to his hotel the pain of his wounds becoming unbearable. He quickly rummaged through his medicine cabinet for his family ointment that helps subside his pain. Once he applied the ointment Crimson put on a new shirt and headed out the door. He was heading back to the castle maybe someone there will know what happened to his companions. With the ointment starting to kick in Crimson stopped to grab a bite to eat , once finished he headed toward the castle.
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[toonaxe]

(is it mine or Connors reply? or is he still out of town?)

[Ashton Gray]

(I'd say it could go either way, though, if you do take your turn now, I recommend you leave an opening for Conner to pick up on easily)
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[toonaxe]

After a much needed,although very broken piece of sleep, Jess awoke with a painful wince,reminded again of the condition of her paw. She gingerly scooped her hand up and looked down at it "Leave it to you old girl to get into this much trouble the first night your in town." she said softly to herself.
She then swung her feet out to hang over the bed,not sure if it was even worth it to get out of bed,or wait for the cops to come haul her away like she feared. After several long moments she stood up and walked over to the wash basin,filling it with water and doing her best to splash some water on her face with one paw. She stared long and hard into the mirror there,water slowly dripping off her face and muzzle,filled once more with dread of the coming future,wondering how long she would have to spend in prison this time,or would her luck finally run out and she get the death sentence. She screwed a hard look of quite resolution and steadfastness onto her face,determining to go out with pride one way or another. She then straightened her clothes the best she could,and strode out of the room to where the rest were. "Well....now what do we do?"

[MrWolf12]

Munching the last bite of bread, Brandon stood. As he stretching the chill of the night from his limbs, he made a mental note to repay the musician above for the crisp loaf, even though it had narrowly missed the wolverines head as it fell. Yawning wide, the morning sun glinting on his large teeth, Brandon looked up at the second story window. No movement could be seen, all was still, quiet. It seemed those above were still sleeping.

The wolverine sighed. Once again leaning back against the wall just beneath the window, Brandon tried to figure out what he should do. His thoughts from the previous night still rang true. Still feeling responsible for all the troubles suffered, he wondered if he should continue watching, albeit from a distance, or simply leave, remove himself and any other trouble he may cause. He didn’t know. The face of smoke again stared back at him in his mind. He was sent here for a reason, he knew, but what was that reason? TO prevent pain from being inflicted upon the skunk? In that case, he had failed. Had the fem skunk not already been hurt? Maybe what he was supposed to do was help bring these particular people together. Had that not already been done? So many questions….with no answers!

His large paw lifted to rub his suddenly paining forehead.

I wish you were here, mother, the wolverine thought, you were so much better at interpreting the signs.

Another sigh, and the wolverine came to a decision. Sweeping the dirt from his fur, he looked up one more time. “I am sorry.” he whispered, “For everything.” Then, turning, Brandon walked away, following the same path that had brought him there.

Through twists and turns, he retraced his steps from the previous night. Traveling back alleys, he decided to pay a visit to Sibilla, to be sure she and their winged patient were ok. Turning a corner, he was only a few feet from her door, when his eyes caught sight of something that made him move deeper into the shadows. Out on the main road, only a few strides from where he was, one of the street girls, a dark colored ferret, was being spoken to by four males, all of whom wore black uniforms, shining here and there with glints of gold. The wolverine growled. He hated uniforms. They only meant trouble. And these men seemed very intent on getting information from the ferret, their demeanor one of starched and perfect, unseen threat. Watching them from were the light of day couldn’t reach, Brandon saw the fearful look on the young girls face; this was not good. That feeling got confirmed when the girl lifted her arm, pointing out a direction for the men. The way she pointed was right where the wolverine had been, where the skunk and her companions were resting.

Instinct alone moved his feet then, for his mind was much too busy playing out what was happening. It would take those uniformed men a little longer to reach the home of the violinist then it would Brandon. He knew the back ways, for he traveled them most often to avoid the busier parts of town. And it was those he took now, racing as fast as he feet could carry him. He had to warn them, give them a head start at the least.

Faster then he had ever ran, the wolverine made good time returning to the place he had spent the night. He made for the door, whipping it open and hurrying up the steps. At the door to the loft, he took a deep breath. He could hear the fem skunks voice within. They were awake. Good.

He knocked.

(I hope I'm not jumping over anyone.)

[JohnnyPsycho]

[well shoot, this RP is slowing down, so I might as well throw something in... don't worry, no mini-novels this time, I promise ]

Johnny was busy dressing himself when the pink cat finally woke up. Always an early riser (even when involved in such strenuous activities the night before), Johnny had silently busied himself with his usual morning routine without bothering to wake the peacefully slumbering girl. This included a morning prayer with an offering of tobacco (which he burned outside the window), cleaning his gun, polishing his boots, and his usual morning calisthenics.

Once awake, the pink cat had practically begged Johnny to stay, still worried about what had happened that night. Johnny calmed her by telling her that she'd be safe as long as she stayed in the castle that day, and that he would go to find out exactly what had happened to his friends that night. She offered another free "incentive payment" on his bodyguarding duties, but he politely declined, offering her a kiss and a promise to return later.

Of course, Johnny felt like kicking himself for turning down a free morning of bliss with the young feline as he walked through the casino floor (busy as it always seemed to be, no matter the hour). As delightful and alluring as the women were in this town, he usually spent most of his money on drinks and cards, and invariably found himself too broke to afford the company of a fine Bon Bon doxie.

As usual, Johnny's mind was too preoccupied with his own rather unimportant problems to notice the Irish bat before practically walking right into him.

"Sorry there, Crimson, I didn't notice where I was..." Johnny had started to say, before noticing the bat's rather beat-up and mangled appearance and saying with a start, "Manda, what the blazes happened to you?"
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[Ashton Gray]

"Now we have breakfast, Ms. Belle." Ashton replied to Jessica, cracking open an egg and pouring it into the frying pan before him. "And afterwards, I'll take you to look over the lodgings I mentioned were available. But first, sit. How do you like your eggs?" Ashton motioned to the table behind him, where Conner was sitting and eating his own breakfast. Jessica walked over to the table and sat down at the end, watching Ashton's back from across the table. "Scrambled is fine, thank you." she replied. Ashton turned and placed a plate of scrambled eggs before her and poured out a cup of tea as well. "How is your hand? Any better?"
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[toonaxe]

"Well its not nearly as swollen,and hurts even more. But I can move it a little" Jess said moving it ever so slightly,wincing in pain. "Thats a good sign right?"
She had just finished her breakfast and was sipping at her tea,finally relaxing a bit when she heard a knock on the door. "Probably the town guard here to clap us in irons and haul us off." Jess said with a soft smile.a bit of the gallows humor.